abandoned among the dead.
I am like the slain lying in the grave,
whom You no longer remember,
and who are cut off from Your care.

Will Your faithful love be declared in the grave,
Your faithfulness in Abaddon?

For there is nothing reliable in what they say;
destruction is within them;
their throat is an open grave;
they flatter with their tongues.

Their graves are their eternal homes,
their homes from generation to generation,
though they have named estates after themselves.